I’m scared of the dark,

I’m scared of ghosts,

Goblins, unrealistic things.

I’m scared of not being successful in college,

and having to drop out because I failed my classes.

I’m scared of working at McDonalds and having to go on welfare

Because I have no money and a child.

I am also afraid of what’s intangible.

I’m scared of my friends leaving me,

I’m scared of not having a hand to hold when I grow old,

I’m scared that in 30 years, I will roll over in my bed,

and I’ll be alone.

I’m scared of these things because they can happen,

All too easily, these fantasies could become a reality.

 And yet, at the same time, I’m looking forward,

I’m looking forward to that feeling you get when you see the love of your life,

and your heart stops a bit,

And you think,

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this person.”

 I’m looking forward to working my dream job,

Coming into work every morning at 9am and thinking,

I could not be happier right now.

 I’m looking forward to that moment when I can wake up

To the sound of a baby crying in the other room

And eventually that sound turning into a car idling in the driveway.

 I’m looking forward to seeing what my life has to offer me,

Ministry of Magic May 4, 2015

There is a bubbling water cooler on level four, where lies the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It happens that this water cooler is closest to office 403B, the office of the Ministry’s Werewolf Registry, but that is of course unimportant. The water tastes fresh and clear--absolutely delicious. And yet, after drinking it, one can’t help but feel a little odd. As though word-order and sentence structure has shifted. “Strange, the water seems. Drink it again, I will not,” one might say, sounding vastly older than usual. 

With you, May the Fourth be.

Ministry of Magic May 4th, 2015

Announcement over the PA : "Unsuspecting hero also discovers his love interest is his sister. Things are not going well."

May the Fourth be with you.

Ministry of Magic May 4th, 2015

Someone has messed with the floo--and, in fact, most of the entryways--to the Ministry of Magic. It’s nothing dreadful, but it is a dreadful nuisance. A tripwire to catch every worker’s step as soon as they arrive. A flash of smoke. Fine office dress robes and uniforms become heavy, bulky, and brown. Each ministry worker who falls into this trap now sports the robes of a jedi.

May the Fourth be with you.

I hardly remember how my mom looks like.

I had a dream two nights ago. I woke up in the dream on my bed and started toward the entrance door to my apartment which was wide open. I saw two bald headed guys leave; I had a feeling they stole something but they left empty handed.

I took my hunting knife and headed downstairs. I see the two guys scheming something far from the getaway van. I started making my way to the van trying to open each door to see if they took anything from my house and I saw someone in the trunk of the van. I opened the trunk and to my surprise it was my mom handcuffed sitting down. She was exactly like the pictures, and she had the exact face I remembered on her last days at home before she passed away. I felt different, like this weight on my shoulders were lifted, my soul cleansed, and my stress eliminated; I was focused. The vibrations and demons in my head were silenced and I thought of one thing.